Perspective
A haunting chant floated through the door as we pushed it open with a creak.
Inside, the giant image of a tortured man loomed on the wall.
And someone was feeding people… a body!???
I seized my friends’ arm. “What is this place?”
She smacked me. “A Catholic Church, silly.”
Love Me Unconditionally
People always say, “Don’t lose hope. There is someone, someday, who will love you unconditionally.”
So, I stood here and waited as time ticked by.
Nobody came.
I realize too late that there is only one person who can love me unconditionally.
That person was meant to be me.
Abracadabra
She began to peel layers slowly – first ruddy tan, then splotchy red, then streaks of sinewy white. She felt tantalized, discovering what was under the façade of tight binding which shackled her. When she was finished, she was amazed that there was absolutely nothing there.
He no longer existed.
Rip.
There is a sickening crack as it snaps apart, smearing the white blanket with a thick scarlet substance.
“These fries are too crunchy,” he says, chewing on one nonetheless.
Perfection
Today was finally the day. The venue was beautiful, the flowers perfectly arranged, and she had everybody she loved in one place. She had the most beautiful dress on. All eyes were on her.
What a perfect day? She thought as she laid a flower on her dead fiancé’s chest.
Bound
She squirmed, desperate for freedom. Head throbbing, mind racing, she struggled to remember, why was she bound and helpless? Nothing. No memories, only a burning need for freedom. With a mighty flail, her bindings tore. Crumpled wings unfurled, flexed, pumped to life, and carried her away on the wind, reborn.
Indelible Ink
Spring yields summer;
Thoughts of you
Fists of flowers;
Blush and blue
Fall, crimson leaves
Rain’s pounding kiss
Moon’s silver weave
Pierced cloud‘s eclipse
Season’s, hues — all syllables
But, green speaks best of you
In volumes, writ indelible
By hand, in black and blue
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Photo Credit: Kensington Flowers
Escape
"How will we escape?" I asked.
"We need a diversion. A big one," he replied.
"I have an idea," I said. I telepathically reached out to our human guard, who was playing on his iPhone, and began subtly manipulating him.
*OPEN FACEBOOK*
*CREATE EVENT*
*STORM AREA 51*
Friends
She was lucky to have so many friends. Jane is great at listening to your troubles, Maggie has the sweetest smile, and Ana will stay by your side when you need her.
Look beond the smell of their decaying bodies and you will find that the dead make lovely companions.
RADIATION
Hold your breath,
Timer moving by...
Is it ready?
Eh— not yet..
~ *beep, beep- beep*
Now it is!
Gotta love the microwave.
#RADIATION